A figure cloaked in black hovered silently in the sky, its face hidden beneath the hood. He had watched the entire battle unfold—from Jiang Le's clashes to the final confrontation.0

The surrounding space began to crumble under the lightning spear's power, leaving the martial field scarred.0

No one had expected such destruction caused by a confrontation between disciples. They would have fortified the area to prevent the damage, if only they had known. 0

Now, it was too late, as the lightning spear had already locked onto Liu Wuxie.0

"What is he doing by just standing there?" Many were baffled that Liu Wuxie remained unmoving in such a critical moment.0

If the lightning struck, not even Elder Madman could save him. After all, this was heaven's wrath, and its power was beyond imagination.0

The God of Thunder was only a minor deity compared to those who ruled the world, such as the divine race or the witcher clan.0

However, the sky changed again when Liu Wuxie raised his right hand. The sun and moon emerged at once, sharing the same heavens, leaving the crowd utterly stunned.0

"What's going on? The laws...0